So one of the lovely bonuses of having a baby in my care this year is that he goes to daycare all day. Yes, I literally drop him off at 9 in the morning and pick him up between 5 and 6 at night. My life is difficult. So tonight I go as usual but a little late because of the regular homework drawbacks of my older two, and who do I see as I open the door to the wonderful world of little ones?? Only McDaddy Dreamboat. his man was a god, only instead of being half naked in a toga he was wearing a perfectly tailored suit (which in some ways is a little better). 6'2", a little scruff, buzzed head or dark hair, smouldering eyes. This man was perfect in every sense of the world. That and he would have a sexiest accent when he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I could even overlook the ridiculous pink shoe covers that he was wearing because he was the kind of man that could make them fashionable. Oh and a gentleman (this because he held the door for me as a bustled in with my hands full of diapers and extra outfits to store in Owen's cubby).
So please for a minute just imagine my utter heartbreak when he heads into the main room to pick up, not one, but two of the little babies there. Twins. My perfect, godly, dreamy, steamy man... has twins.